Sisters and More Things With the Letter S

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I don’t get anything. Why is everything so unfair? Why does my dad like my sister so much better than me? He is very mean and so is my sister. I hate it. He gave her a new cell phone for Christmas and she says that what I want for Christmas is expensive when hers was so much more money than mine, and it wasn’t even from Santa. She always gets spoiled and she doesn’t even deserve it. But I bet that I’ll get a present too, and those shoes, I hope. Why is everything so unjust? It’s because people in the world wish that they could rule. We are meant to share as equals, and that is why there is global warming, murders, and just bad people in general. Seriously, my sister probably just hates me, she never even looks at me, she yells at me when I touch her stuff. I just want to see her cell phone and she starts yelling at me. Yes I do have my own phone but she ALWAYS gets the better things, just because she’s the oldest girl. Usually the younger one gets more things right? Well that’s not true. I’m different, I get treated differently than most people and I don’t care. I don’t care what people think of me. I just hate it when the backstab me. Yes, I’m talking about my so called “friends.”

Since winter break is coming, and the yearly Tech Museum field trip is tomorrow, we got and gave our presents today. I got like a bazillion (or jillion) or knee high socks. I also got this cute peek-a-pooh like charm and a lot of candy. I gave out giant Hershey bars to my friends. I forgot that I had forgotten people so I felt a bit guilty.

Now it’s time to talk about the S word. I would type it out loud but just in case someone finds this blog… Okay, so I wear short shorts and long socks to school a lot, and that doesn’t mean that people should call me the S word. At least I know I’m not and at least they know that they are S’s and B’s. Seriously, the totally are. They backstab, wear makeup, hump poles, and smother guys. Lol.

Oreos new name is now Teddy Bear. Teddy Bear because in pixie year, a guy asked me out and gave me a teddy bear. It was really sweet but… yea. Ok so moving on, I never see him anymore (both of the guys). Teddy bear giver went to Korea. Teddy Bear has gone missing, and I have no idea where he went. I probably don’t like him anymore… Oh well.

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